Why he still texting me. I'm not trying to hear a word he has to say. I can't believe I let myself fall for him. Don't get me wrong I'm still doing my own shit though. Just a little less since he's been here a lot. Damn I hate I put myself in this position.
Unknown number
I know what this not Damian ass again.
"Hello" I answered with a attitude.
"Why the fuck you gotta answer the mothafuckin phone like that. You better act like you wanna talk to my ass before I beat yo ass" he said. I know damn well he ain't gon do shit.
"Bitch I ain't scared of you. What the fuck you want"
"My girl back hell"
"You better call one of them bitches you was fuckin cause I don't want yo ass"
"And I don't want them smuts"
"I don't want yo smut ass either" I said angrily. I just wish he'd get the fuck off my line.
"So you think you better than me now huh, now the you done moved up in them white folks neighborhood" he said.
How the fuck he know that.
"Bye Damian"
"You gon see me soon, and imma kill you and that lil white boy"
I hung up the phone. How the fuck he know I stayed up here. He had to of been following me. Damn I can't get away from him.
I called my roommate in my room and told her what was up. Not like I'm scared or nothing but I owe her ass that much and to tell her not to be bringing home random mfs no more.
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RomanceBianca Jackson has had her fair share of men growing up on the north side of Detroit. She moves to Atlanta with her ex Damian but it doesn't work out. She trys to make a legit living when she starts working for a corporate office.But when she starts...
